-Wake up at dawn with a bladder that is nigh to bursting.
-Take care of business.
-Get back in bed and lay there for several hours, wondering what will happen to the contents of my stomach if I am vertical rather than horizontal.
-Work up the courage to venture out of bed for a bowl of cereal.
-Take two hours to eat the bowl of cereal.
-Discuss with Kim the pending birth of Bridgette's baby.
-Decide to venture back upstairs to take a shower and brush my teeth.
-Begin brushing teeth.
-Lose breakfast in the sink while sweet husband rubs back.
-Mourn the loss of breakfast. (It was a lot of work.)
-Become overwhelmed with exhaustion, skip shower, return directly to bed.
-Contemplate feeling sorry for self.
-Decide to be grateful I am not at work or at school, and that I have nothing to do but grow a baby.
-Chuckle wryly to self.
-Take bubble bath while snacking on crackers and tea.
-Doze in bathtub.
-Discuss with Kim how happy I am with the way things seem to work out in my life.
-Return to bed.
-Further discuss with Kim the pending birth of Bridgette's baby.
-Wake up, hungry enough to eat my own limbs
-Discover that Bridgette's baby has indeed been born, that he is huge, and adorable.
-Contemplate the need for a newer, larger bra.
-Have insatiable craving for Wendy's chicken nuggets, send happy husband to purchase desired meal.
-Husband returns with Wendy's and two movies.
-Watch Taken, then start The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
-Fear my child will be born an old, old, man.
-Return to bed
-Discuss with husband how happy I am with the way things seem to work out in my life.
-Husband falls asleep.
-Look at pictures of Bridgette's baby for the 900th time.
-Write mom an email.
(Please note, I am in no way trying to complain about being pregnant. I am absolutely over the moon about it. Nor am I out for pity. I just want to tell the honest story of what it's like to be pregnant during the first trimester.)